criminal profiling

Chapter 36 Opening

It was in the early hours of the morning when the alarm was received, and Shi Ke had just fallen asleep shortly after he was overwhelmed by the previous case.As soon as he heard that there was another homicide, his thoughts disappeared instantly, and he immediately rushed over with his team without stopping.On the way, he called Zhuang Sheng.

When they arrived at the scene—although most of them were old detectives, when they saw the crime scene clearly, two of them vomited on the spot, and Xu Jie vomited especially violently.

Shi Ke also turned pale, resisting the feeling of vomiting.

The corpse was dumped in the alley where the garbage was piled up, blood spattered everywhere.The deceased was a young woman. Not only was her throat cut, her abdomen was cut open, her intestines and liver were pulled out, some were hung on the shoulders of the deceased, and some were thrown at the scene of the crime.

In addition, her nose and ears were also missing, and only a severed and discarded ear was found at the scene.A small portion of internal organs were also missing.

The blood that flowed out dyed all the garbage under the corpse red, and the smell of garbage mixed with a strong bloody smell made people feel nauseous.Such a picture can only be described as a purgatory on earth.

This time, without Zhuang Sheng's reminder, Shi Ke remembered that such a crime scene was the same as any murderer in history.

Jack the Ripper.

A serial killer who reappears in film and television dramas and literary works, and a perverted killer who is familiar to the public.

So, this time, another copycat killing together?So, are there two imitators, or is it the same person who imitated two murders?

When Zhuang Sheng came to the scene of the crime, he was followed by Meng Yan, who drove him here.When getting out of the car, seeing the bloody scene, Meng Yan paused, and took Zhuang Sheng's hand that pushed the car door.

"Shengsheng, if you're too reluctant, it doesn't matter if you go back."

Zhuang Sheng turned around and smiled at him, "Aren't you the one who wants to teach me? How could I escape without a fight?"

Looking at the back of Zhuang Sheng walking slowly towards the bloody scene, Meng Yan felt mixed feelings for a moment.I don't know whether it is better to protect Zhuang Sheng under his wings and stay away from all darkness, or to let him fly freely through the wind and rain.

Seeing Zhuang Sheng coming, Shi Ke also noticed Meng Yan's car. Seeing that Zhuang Sheng was the only one coming, he asked casually, "Is Second Brother Meng coming too? Why don't you come down and have a look."

Zhuang Sheng glanced at him lightly, "He's still recuperating, and won't accept the case for the time being."

Scott: "..."

Didn't you accept it before?Besides, this person has already arrived at the scene, so what if he comes down to take a look, is he so vulnerable?

Zhuang Sheng didn't care what Shi Ke was thinking, and went straight to the corpse.He seemed to pause, but his expression didn't change.

"The Ripper?" Zhuang Sheng saw the characteristics of the scene at a glance, and Shi Ke said a little excitedly:

"Yes, yes, I can see it too. This is another imitation murder case, and the imitation is still the famous Ripper. However, it is not sure whether it is the same murderer, but it is more likely." After all, The probability of two murderers committing a homicide of this level in the same area is very small.

Zhuang Sheng didn't answer Shi Ke's words, and walked around the scene, taking all the details into his eyes, and finally frowned slightly, "One ear and nose are missing, and half of the liver is gone."

Shi Ke nodded, "I searched around but couldn't find it. It seems that the murderer took it away." When he spoke, his eyes fell on the corpse. .

Zhuang Sheng walked around the corpse, looked at the surrounding environment, and then walked in one direction.

"Xiao Zhuang, where are you going?" Shi Ke called out from behind, but Zhuang Sheng turned a deaf ear and walked forward on his own.Shi Ke frowned, and just about to follow, Meng Yan opened the car door and followed behind Zhuang Sheng.

"Isn't it impossible to tell?" Shi Ke muttered in a low voice, and then he didn't care about it any more. He continued to investigate the scene, looking around to see if there were any witnesses.

Zhuang Sheng walked out of the alley all the way, stopped at the front street, and looked around.To the left is the more desolate old town, to the right is the bustling new town, with dance halls and bars facing the street.

There was nothing on the deceased that could prove her identity, but from her clothing and belongings, one could tell what occupation she was probably engaged in.Then, attracting customers at night should go to lively places, such as bars.

Walking alone in the alley, maybe she was going to a bar in front, or she wanted to guard the door.No matter what, when she walks through this alley, she must pass through a distance that is sparsely populated—but even if there are few people, it doesn't mean that there are no people at all.Especially at that time, when some people came out to play.

The murderer killed the dead by taking them to a more secluded garbage depository, which meant that someone might see him approaching the dead.

Zhuang Sheng looked around, it was already morning, and the street seemed a little deserted.The doors of the shops on both sides are closed, and now the two ends of the alley are cordoned off, so passers-by cannot see the real situation inside.

On a quiet morning, someone pushed a cart and started selling breakfast.Passers-by for work would stop to buy a copy, then hurry on in an unknown direction.And the people who had a carnival last night are still asleep and have not woken up.

Zhuang Sheng was in a trance thinking, suddenly his cheek was touched by something angry, and he woke up with a start.

"Eat breakfast in the morning, otherwise low blood sugar will slow down thinking." Meng Yan carried a bag of steamed buns and handed soy milk to Zhuang Sheng.

Zhuang Sheng took it in a daze, not fully recovering from the analysis of the case.Meng Yan simply inserted the straw into the mouth of the cup and sent it directly to Zhuang Sheng's mouth, "Drink."

Zhuang Sheng blinked his eyes twice, seemed to have finally come to his senses, held the soy milk cup with both hands, and sipped it one mouthful at a time.

"Don't just drink soy milk, eat some steamed stuffed buns. I didn't see any soup dumplings around here, so I bought you steamed buns, okay?"

Zhuang Sheng drank and drank, his thoughts turned to the case again, and he only divided his mind with Meng Yan who was beside him, so his reaction speed was a little slower.Wen Yan paused, and said slowly: "It's not always necessary to eat soup dumplings."

No matter how delicious something is, if you keep eating it, you will always get tired of it.Zhuang Sheng understood this truth.

"That's good." Meng Yan curled his lips into a smile, pinched a small steamed bun and fed it to Zhuang Sheng's mouth. Seeing his face puff up and chewing, he felt very satisfied.

Zhuang Sheng was thinking about the case while eating breakfast.I don't know if it was really because of eating, but he felt that his thinking was clearer than before, and his thinking speed seemed to be a little faster.

Is it true that getting up early and skipping meals will cause hypoglycemia and lower IQ?

This thought flashed by, and Zhuang Sheng caught another light.

If the murderer really imitated Jack the Ripper completely, then there is another very important point that the murderer should not miss.

Write a letter to the police station to openly provoke.

After all, now is not the era when communication was underdeveloped. If the murderer dares to do this now, he will definitely leave clues.

There was a shout from Shi Ke's side, Zhuang Sheng drank the last sip of soy milk, turned around and saw a few police officers stopping the homeless man talking a little excitedly.Zhuang Sheng walked over, took two steps, remembered something, stopped and looked back at Meng Yan who was standing there.

Meng Yan stood with his hands behind his back and smiled at him, Zhuang Sheng looked away and walked over there with peace of mind.

"Have you been sleeping here all this time? Did you see anything or hear anything last night?" The homeless man is an old man, his age is unknown, his hair is messy and tangled, covering half of his eyes, his eyes flicker when he looks at people, his expression full of unease.He slept against the wall, with only a tattered quilt whose original color could not be seen.Being stared at by Shi Ke for questioning, his body kept shrinking back, as if trying to hide himself.

Shi Ke asked a few questions in a row, and the tramp looked at him shrunken and dumb, as if he was some kind of man-eating monster, and he couldn't help feeling a little restless.

"Hey, I said you are talking, and I won't eat you, just ask a few questions."

The homeless man was startled, and immediately flinched even more.Zhuang Sheng frowned, he could see that this homeless man was a bit abnormal, if he really saw something last night, I don't know if he could express it accurately.

"Hey, Captain Shi, I think he's a little afraid of you, or try me instead." Another policeman said, winking at Shi Ke.Shi Ke stared at him with his eyes hanging for a while, and silently moved away without saying anything.

The policeman took out the steamed stuffed bun that he bought at some time and handed it over, and said kindly, "Old man, don't be afraid, we just want to ask you a few questions."

The homeless man stared at the bun in his hand for a long time, then slowly reached out and touched it tentatively.Seeing that the smile on his face remained unchanged, he snatched it with a "swipe", then opened the bag and started to gobble it up.

Police officer: "..."

Scott: "..."

Shi Ke stared at the policeman, and the policeman coughed in embarrassment, pretending not to see Shi Ke's eyes, watching the homeless man continue his efforts.

"Last night, around nine to ten o'clock, did you see anything?" The policeman said and pointed, "In that direction, a girl with curly hair and a short skirt, you saw her ?"

The homeless man slowly stopped eating the buns, "Auntie, girl?"

Seeing that he finally spoke, Shi Ke's face suddenly brightened, and the policeman's eyes lit up and he asked: "Yes, a young girl, did you see it last night? Who was with her at that time?"

"Little, aunt, girl——" the homeless man's eyes widened, he stopped eating the buns, and huddled together as if he had been greatly frightened, "Yes, there are ghosts, the evil ghosts are here to kill, the evil ghosts eat, eat human."

Shi Ke and the other police officers looked at each other, and finally found a possible witness, but he was mentally abnormal and full of nonsense.

When Shi Ke felt resentful, Zhuang Sheng, who had been watching for a while, knelt down in front of the homeless man, looked into his eyes and slowly asked, "Did you see the evil spirit? What does the evil spirit look like?"

"No! I didn't see how I couldn't see the evil spirits. The evil spirits are killing me, don't take my life! I can't see them, I can't see them!" The tramp was even more frightened, and kept shrinking towards the corner .

Zhuang Sheng gave up asking and stood up to think deeply.Shi Ke frowned and sighed, "Hey, I finally found a possible witness, but he was a lunatic, he could only talk crazy, and couldn't ask anything."

Zhuang Sheng looked at him, "It's not that I didn't ask anything."

Shi Ke stared, and asked in surprise: "Could it be that you asked something?"

Zhuang Sheng gave him a meaningful look, and said slowly:

"Didn't you hear? He said—'they'."